bombshell
Our love is spread out on the bedsheet.
Bombshell dropped, tick tick clock,
Fled to the exit, she's still on the bedsheet,
I hover back to rendezvous,
Blast, her arms are in front of my feet; doomed.
Seriously, I had fun but poor time I ran first,
otherwise,
I would have been front of her feet and
she would be thinking of an exit to meet her new. Right?
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